did you think that i would laugh when you said that i was small
The second interview went better. For all you film-crew geeks out there: this is one of the silliest uses of a c-stand I've ever set up: two gobo arms just to lean the bounce card against it. Love it.
I'm dead tired, out of it, numb. The hangover was cured by the nap, which was a fabulous feeling, but right now it's 7:45pm and I'm seriously considering just going to bed. I ought to be working out a gameplan for Tuesday's rehearsals, and I ought to be revising the tentatively-titled Minus so it's presentable to Writing Group tomorrow night, and I ought to be going over numbers and determining what I need to start begging for to make Open happen, and I ought to be making sure everything is set for the FAO proposal so tomorrow when Debi hands me hero bio & resume, I can format it, PDFize it, and send it back so we can get that bitch going. (Please, please, please, Zombie Jesus on your special day, can you just convince these guys to insure my movie? Thanks in advance.)
But I might just sleep instead. Seriously.
Also: this George Orwell comic by beatonna is awesome.